Rich 60

Find my self climbing up another wall
Hope its soft on the other side ill fall
How is it i can survive my life at all
Im drifting now my motor can stall

Laugh out loud dont pinch me ill move
im peeling you see my true color is blue
Patch work angels fall past me faster
stand right there im coming hard at you

Sixty seconds will do
I feel no anger at you

This cant be my now
Im over too soon

Your cold as gold but quicker you melt
I hover at your feet no matter how i felt
This action slows my mind if nothing at all
Ill best you i see it written in the stars

Im up here this happened
I feel nothing again
Who is who im not playing
Turning pages to the end

In a moment

As i close my eyes i think of my life. Its not so bad. Could be worse in other words...

We sleep so much what would now matter? In a way we all live for sleep. We work, play, fuck and love. They all lead us to sleep.

Death?

Thats the final sleep. Its what we live for. What you do in the time of birth to death is up to you. Most wanna point a  finger and blame for what wrong has been to them...not the wrong they could have kept them self from.

Thats all i can think of...now.

As the blood pours out of me i think of who i could blame...

I point at my self the medic tring to keep me from draing out on the ground thinks i wanna tell him my last words.

funny i think i know this guy...the gym maybe..or is it...hell what does it matter now..

As i slip away i see no light..i hear no voice..no one is here to save me...

Funny last thoughts...